South Park Mexican - Children of the Ghetto (Radio Edit) lyrics

Chorus [Singer & SPM]: Children of the ghettooo, hold on They got me runnin' through my ghetto First Verse: They got me runnin' through my ghetto in a cold sweat I just can't look back, sticks got your boy wet Checkin' alleys for my homies, race pa** the bayou Why those five oh's kickin' down my doors? Run up in a smokehouse, it's dark as what But I spot'em in tha corners when they lighters struck Gla** pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire Lie a child of the Lord with a poisonous desire Die a "G" tryin' to make change, when I approach'em Even though I got a great range, I won't smoke'em I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together J.R. High goin' half on dimes and like a feather We was floatin' in the wind fool, steady laughin' Til' the day somebody k**ed you and got me askin' Chorus (4x) Second Verse: They tryin' to silence the violence and minus the menace But I'm in this to win this tryin' to break a Guieness Business as usual, it's unpredictable Critical changes deranges the typical I terrorize, paralyze your intentions Questions answered on the day of my redemptions The lynchings, Smith And Wessons, lessons To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun Gotta blunt, I'm tryin' to find me one Life dream, thirteen be me number On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster Live a G-role, actin' a hero, will get'cha below I'll be facin' Ito, but you got your life Repo'ed Chorus (4x) 3rd Verse: I got incredible criminals in my subliminal Minimal actions and tactics can't stop my cynical Pa**ion I'm blastin', trashin' the evidence Ever since birth, I'm ripped out of innocence Isn't this beautiful? The undisputible G fits me suitable, won't hesitate to shoot a fool Up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance? Like a trick shakin' a** in the back of an ambulance In a trance of confusion, havin' illusions Of mental institutions bein' my solution Who's in my nutty head, wantin' everybody dead? Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed Now Mom said I could reach the sky if I try My soul is a lost one I'm sleep wakin' with a mutha shotgun I gotta pop one Chorus (4x)